More Kirtan!
My story begins here, in the present. I am a new member of the Dharma Sara Satsang Society and honoured that Sharada has offered me this opportunity to share my story. I’m excited to publicly declare my commitment to you…
Life as Art and Art as Life
Prologue – Becoming Aware of the Play, the Pavement, and the Playground This story begins in the early seventies in Port Credit, Ontario. A little brown boy, maybe seven or eight, sitting alone in the grass at the edge of…
The more we accept living with nature
Amaresh and his son, Mike “The more we accept living with nature, the more peace we attain.” My favorite Babaji saying and how it all began: One of my first memories was lying in my crib watching the tops of…
Running Away; Running Towards
Before I lost sight of my true self I haven’t always been a seeker. In fact, “runner” would have been a more accurate description. I started running as early as I can remember. When I was young, there wasn’t really…
Gratitude
Carolyn and baby Sierra, 2004 Over 23 years ago I discovered the centre. During those years of being a visiting student on the land Babaji was the pivotal focus of all activities and learning. Many of us would follow him…
Making Space for Miracles
Interview with Alex Smith by Courtenay Cullen I’m sitting with Alex in the Nature Conservancy, in the fading golden light of a summer’s evening, at his favourite bench. He spends many quiet evenings at this place, and we all know…
A Winter of Loss, and a Spring of Finding
The night before Babaji left his body was the first time I was ever an offerer during a yajna. It felt special, and important, because we all knew that it could be any time that he passed. My heart reached…
My Journey Inward
Who am I and how did I get here? These questions are always percolating with different answers arising in me all the time. My easy answer today is I am nothing and I am everything, and I got here by…
What’s in a name? Learning that Babaji may have been right all along.
Learning that Babaji may have been right all along. by Sarah Archana Russell Using a small white board and dry erase maker he asks me to write down my date of birth. I write ‘June 27 1985’. He looks down…
From the Shores of the Atlantic to the Deep Forests of the Pacific
Finding Meaning in Service and Community, Crazy Pants and Allby Eduardo Sousa Handing over “We Rise Together”, a report I helped produce on Indigenous Protected and Conserved Areas in Canada to Federal Environment Minister Catherine McKenna (Ottawa, March 2018) Clayoquot…